37. Thumbs up, Thumbs Down
Chapter 37
Thumbs up, Thumbs Down
Giordano
She snores loudly when she’s passed out.
At one point, I honestly thought someone was using a chainsaw outside when I left the room for a moment to make coffee.
And it’s not only when she’s drunk—it’s all the time . Her intoxication only adds fuel to the fire.
I take my sweet time caring for her, of course. I wash her makeup off with the remover I found in her bathroom which had Micellar Water on the label. I brush her soft, silky hair and put it in her usual braids she wears to sleep in.
Never mind the fact I watch her sleep and know her routine.
I change her out of her clubbing dress and put her in a new, red silk nightgown.
She’s completely out—doesn’t wake up for a single thing. Not even when I tie her arms to the headboard with one red tie, slide off her panties, and tie her legs to the footboard with another red tie.
She looks amazing in all red for me.
For a new addition, I add a black collar around her neck and leash attached. We’ll see how she likes it .
I told her before she went out, I’ll burn this dress. And I intend on keeping my promise. Gripping the white dress, if I can even call it a dress, tightly in my fist as I walk over to the fireplace, I toss it in. My gaze remains locked on the roaring, crackling fire as the fabric burns into a little crisp.
A satisfied smirk spreads across my lips as I glance between the fire and my snoring Goddess.
I sigh, taking in every single detail of her face—her rosy cheeks, fluffy lashes, a little drool seeping down from the corner of her mouth. “Going to be a while.”
Nine hours.
Nine hours she’s been asleep—dead to the world. But, her precious brown eyes flutter open in the ninth hour, fifty-third minute, and twentieth second.
“Oh, good. You’re finally awake.” My mouth twists into a sinister grin at my woman who is still tied up on the bed. She blinks—opening one eye at a time. I ask, “Care to tell me what happened last night?”
She groans, trying to move her hands. She can’t—and when she realizes she can’t, she blurts out, “Why am I tied up? When did I change clothes and get home? When did I fall asleep?”
“You were being unsafe.” My jaw clenches as I move closer to her.
“I was having fun ,” she whispers.
“Fun and safe—two things which can be had at the same time,” I growl through my gritted teeth.
“You’ve yet to answer my questions.”
“And you’ve yet to answer mine, amore.” I lean in close to her irresistible face .
She shoots me a nasty looking glare and clicks her tongue. “Cillian came up to me and asked if I had a boyfriend.”
Stronzo .
“And you said?” I squint as an overwhelming intensity of possessiveness takes over me.
“ Yes , of course.” She sneers, annoyed—possibly hungover. Damn it. Didn’t even think about the possibility. “You used me as the girlfriend card. I used you. Even?”
“Good girl.” I hum, leaning back a little bit.
“Alexei showed up. Cillian asked if he was my boyfriend. Alexei said, worse . Then, Cillian left me alone. Now, answer my question. Why do you have me tied up?”
“You misbehaved, amore.” I shake my head. “How many shots did you have last night?”
She has to think about it, I’m sure.
A little smirk perks up on her lips. “So, maybe like ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen? I don’t know. Somewhere along those lines.” Her shoulders slump back against the fluffy black pillow. “It’s a blur. I don’t recall much after the whole Cillian and Alexei stand-off and now I’m tied up in your bed.”
“And you’re feeling?” I slide the tip of my finger along her collarbone and down the middle of her breasts—stopping before the top of her nightgown.
“Better than I thought I would.” She winces. “What the fuck is around my neck?”
“A collar.”
“A what?” Her eyes widen.
I pick up the leash, twirling it around my hand a few times as I yank, lurching her body forward few inches off of the mattress. “Do you like it?”
She whispers, “Yes.”
“ Bella ,” I whisper. A devious smirk forms on my lips. I wouldn’t continue with my plans if she had a nasty hangover. But by some miracle, she’s fine .
I continue trailing my fingers along the hem of her nightgown, little goosebumps rise up on her delicate, olive-toned skin.
A sparkle of defiance twinkles in her eyes. Come out to play, amore. I grip the thin, silk fabric in both of my hands, tearing it in half.
She lets out a gasp. “Giordano?” My name sounds lovely rolling off of her tongue.
“Yes?” I chuckle, cupping both of her exposed breasts in my palms, tweaking her rosy, hardening nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
“Do your worst.” She smiles.
“Oh, don’t tempt me, amore.” I place a gentle kiss on her sternum, snaking one hand up around her neck. I squeeze it gently, admiring the collar I put on her.
Hoping to meet her gaze, I drag my own up to her gorgeous face. A deep growl of disapproval rumbles in my chest, humming against her skin as I find her eyes closed.
“No, no, no . I can’t have this. Now, can I?”
I need her to watch.
“Watch as I take what’s rightfully mine. What you keep denying yourself…” I lean down, pulling her nipple into my mouth with my lips and teeth. I swirl around the hardened nub with my tongue, enjoying how her body reacts, how her back arches off of the bed. I bite down on the nipple once again, then release quickly. A loud moan escapes from her pretty little mouth. “Eyes on me, sweet girl. Watch how your body gives itself to me so easily. Watch how you bend under my will.” My grip tightens around her neck, causing her eyes to pop open. “And I bet… if I went lower...”
My other hand slides upward between her thighs, parting one to the side gently, grazing my fingers up and down her thigh, unhurried.
Teasing her.
Taunting her .
Torturing her.
As she’s so easily done to me these past few months. I whisper, “I would find this little greedy cunt of yours soaking wet already, no?”
She shakes her head. “ No .”
Denying her desire— predictable.
“Bugiarda.” I groan, releasing her throat. I’m about to prove her wrong in a second. A cheesy grin grows wide across my lips as I slide my fingers between the outside of her pussy.
I’m right— soaked .
“Mmm.” I hum, my eyes remaining locked on her widened doe eyes. “Look what we have here.” I bring my wet fingers up to my lips and insert them into my mouth, tasting her on my tongue.
I didn’t realize how fucking starved I’ve been.
I savor the taste of her arousal, then pull my fingers out. Enjoying the glint of fear in her eyes as I plunge my saliva-coated fingers deep into her tight cunt.
She moans, eyes becoming half-lidded.
“I found a little liar. Should I punish you for lying to me, amore?” I ask.
She shakes her head, of course. However, there’s another little sparkle in her. A twinkle. She wants the punishment.
“Hmm,” I smirk, curling my fingers upward into a ‘c’—hitting the sensitive spot deep inside of her. “You should be, baby.”
“No—o,” she whimpers. I pull my fingers out of her tight pussy, feeling the resistance. Even her body doesn’t want to release me.
A low, vibrating groan comes from deep within my chest. Now who’s teasing who ? “Not convincing, amore…” I reach over her, digging in the nightstand drawer and grab the ball gag. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t want to listen to you spit out lies anymore. Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods once.
“What is it?”
“Red.”
“Good girl, but you won't be able to talk. What hand signal will you use?” I cock a brow, giving her a chance to answer.
A smug grin spreads across her lips before she flips me off— predictable .
I shake my head. “Naughty girl. Hold up your thumb for me.”
Her thumb flies up instantly.
“This means you’re good, keep going.” I put her thumb away and fix it so only her index finger is out. “This is to slow down. Capisce ?”
“Sì,” she whispers, eyes glazing over with lust—and a little impatience. Her comfort and consent is important to me. My good girl is becoming spoiled, getting everything she wants.
Now, she’s going to know what it’s like to be denied again.
I take her thumb, index finger, and middle finger out. “All three fingers means you want me to stop everything. Whether you’re uncomfortable and need adjustments before we continue, or you’re entirely done. Capisce?”
She nods quickly, ready to get on with it. My impatient girl, with her thick, juicy legs squirming around in place. She rubs her thighs together tight, searching for any sort of friction for her greedy little cunt.
“Stick out your sassy tongue wide for me, amore,” I command. She obeys, like the good girl she is. I slide the gag into her mouth, and lift her head up, adjusting the buckle underneath her.
Little bits of her drool are already seeping around the edges.
What a vision.
I snag the whip out from the drawer, placing it on her leg, gently—allowing her to take in the sensation of the many little strips of black leather. She jumps at the mere gentle touch.
Little does she know what’s to come.
Throwing my arm back high above my head, I bring the whip down hard on her thigh .
She gasps—mixed with a moan which sends blood straight to my already throbbing cock. Her back arches off of the bed, bouncing up those beautiful breasts and pebbled rose-colored nipples.
“Fuck.” I groan. I give into the temptation as I suck one into my mouth, knowing how much she loves it.
“A—ah,” she moans softly, relaxing back into the bed.
I tap my chin, thinking about how to go about the rest of the spankings she well deserved. “Flip over for me, amore.”
She tilts her head, unsure. I untie her ankles and flip her over on her knees. Ass up. Arms tied to the headboard. She’s all nice and comfortable, knees already spread apart like the Goddess she is.
Thwack .
Thwack.
A satisfying scream escapes through the gag and her swollen, drooling lips. I bring the whip down onto her ass again, the spot becoming a brighter pink with each hit.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
“Safe word?” My gaze flicks over to her hands. Slowly, her shaky thumb flips up as she peers slightly over her shoulder at me, tears welling in her bloodshot eyes.
I lean in close to her face, kissing her cheek gently while wiping an escaped tear away with my thumb. “You’re taking it so well.” I ease myself behind her, gently kneeling down, and spread her legs far apart with my own.
Using my hands to stretch her open nice and wide, I slide my fingers up and down her slick cunt. The outside of her pussy is glistening with her own arousal. Her muffled moans are like music to my ears.
I don’t even need the lube I’m about to put on her.
I flick open the bottle and squeeze out a few drops onto her soaked pussy. She buckles at the cool sensation. Slowly, I stroke my throbbing, hard cock with my other hand.
Fuck .
I line the tip up against her warm entrance and slowly ease myself inside of her, both of us groaning.
“You take me so well,” I growl.
Her back arches, bouncing her voluptuous ass up and down against my hips. Her inner walls clamp down on me as I sink myself further inside of her.
Inch.
By.
Inch.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” I groan, stretching and filling her with every inch of my throbbing cock.
I grip the flesh of her thick ass tighter in my hands as I start to pound ruthlessly into her, already chasing my own climax.
This is it.
I’ve found Heaven. Sorry Momma, no more Mass for me—I’ve found my eternal salvation, deep inside Antonella’s warm, wet pussy. I’m going to live here every second of the day.
I can’t help myself. Her legs are trembling as I reach down and flick her clit with my free hand. My other hand slides up her spine, trailing each vertebra until I reach the gag, unbuckling it, and tossing it to the side, I then grip the leash, twirling the entire length of it around my hand a few times and tugging to pull her up slightly.
“Giordano,” she rasps out.
“Say my fucking name, amore.” I grunt, swirling my fingers around her swollen, soaking wet clit a few more times. Her legs are trembling, struggling to hold herself up as I’m pounding into her. The loud slaps of our flesh hitting each other, the clinking of the collar and leash, and our lascivious moans fill the room… a sound I’ll never tire of.
She’s so beautiful .
I love seeing her like this. All tied up for me.
Only me.
“I’m so close, Giordano. Please, can I cum?” Her fingers squeeze tightly around the headboard she’s holding onto, the ropes keeping her in place.
I flick her clit at a slightly faster pace from behind while sliding the full length of my cock in and out of her. The walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. “Oh, you are going to cum all over me already… aren’t you? I was under the impression you’re a liar. Permission denied.”
“A—ah!” she cries out. Her knees wobble underneath her as I pull fully out, and stop all clitoral stimulation, leaving her wanting for more while I edge her. “Fuck… no… why?” A sob wracks through her chest.
“Beg.”
“Please!”
“You thought the spanking was your only punishment?” I chuckle darkly, pulling on the leash. “Oh, no. I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. I’m going to deny, deny, deny… until you can’t take it anymore. And then I’ll make you cum so much you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
“Plea—”
I cut her off by tugging on the leash once more. “No.” I reach down into the drawer. “Use your safe word if you need it,” I remind her as I dig through, searching for her vibrator. Once I find the little trusty blue device, I click it on the highest setting, placing it directly on her clit.
Her body jolts, lurching her downward into the mattress.
“Up,” I order her, tugging on the leash. Her back arches, pushing her ass against my hips. The length of my cock slides against her ass, throbbing against her warmth. Desperately wanting to sink deep inside of her, but no.
Not yet.
“Please!” She cries out, sniffling .
“You haven’t earned it yet.” I take the vibrator off of her clit, smiling to myself as her pussy clenches around nothing, yearning to be filled, stuffed, pleasured.
“You can take it, can’t you? You can handle this.” I place the vibrator on her clit once again, watching her body tremble beneath me.
I slide my hand up her ass cheek, squeezing it tightly over and over again while keeping the vibrator steady on her clit with the other. My hand slides down, circling her tight ring of muscles, which became slick from the lube earlier. I plunge my thumb inside of her asshole.
Her loud moan rips through, echoing off the walls. “I can’t hold it, ah?—”
“No.” I shake my head in disapproval, taking the vibrator off of her clit once again. “Ask.”
“ Please , can I cum?”
“Cum,” I command, placing the vibrator back on her clit for the final time. “Since you want to cum so badly, yeah? Don’t fucking stop.” I reach over, pinching a hardened nipple. The way her body responds to just the touch of my fingertips makes my cock throb.
She quickly complies, her legs trembling as her cum seeps around the edges of the vibrator, around my hand.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again .
“ Please ,” she pants out in a sob. A wet puddle pools underneath her. She’s a trembling, crying mess. “No more,” she whispers, sniffling. Her arms are outstretched above her head, holding her up.
“I thought you wanted to cum?” Lining the tip of my cock up with her entrance, I tease her clit a few times before I plunge deep inside of her.
The moment I do, she screams out. Her cum coats my cock, seeping down between her thighs, spreading all across my stomach and thighs.
I bury myself balls deep inside of her. “That’s my girl,” I praise, starting to chase my own climax. I savor the feeling of her inner walls around my shaft, thrusting over and over.
Cazzo, I’m done for.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, buckling forward into the bed. “I am going to cum, again.”
Immediately, I plunge further inside, filling her, stretching her. My body shivers as I moan out, squeezing her ass in the palms of my hands. I reach up with one hand and grab the leash again, twirling it around the width of my hand a few times and tug, lurching her upward toward me.
I dig my fingers between the space of the collar and her neck, tugging on it. Squeezing the air out of her lungs.
She gasps, shuddering against me. Her ass presses further into my hips. With my other hand, I reach around and pinch a nipple as I continue to thrust in and out of her at a quickened pace.
Fuck, I’m going to cum.
I’m going to fucking cum.
Because who could resist cumming at the same time as this beautiful woman? My breath catches in my heaving chest as my throbbing cock spurts cum deep inside of her.
I release the grip I have on the leash, and push her down into the mattress by the side of her face. Her tear-soaked hair becomes stuck to her face, and I caress a few strands behind her ear.
When I pull out of her, I groan, a lot of cum spurts across her bare ass and back, too. Quickly grabbing a washcloth I placed on the nightstand before we began, I wipe it off for her. Then, wipe my cock off and pull up my boxers, and untie her.
She looks entirely sated .
Still, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“More than ever,” she squeals, a happy sound leaving her lips. I can’t help but smirk as I untie her arms and legs. She cracks her neck and stretches out fully as she stands up.
I can’t take my eyes off of her. My jaw practically hits the floor as I stare at her perfect curves.
“What are you staring at?” She slides my light blue, button-up shirt down over her bare breasts—perfetta.
I lay on the bed, arms behind my head, saying nothing, a sly grin curls up on my lip. I take in the Goddess standing before me. She is beauty incarnate.
“So, what are you staring at?” she asks again, but in a little bit of a more huffy-sassy-type tone. Acting as if she didn’t get spanked an hour ago.
I snort. “ The wall , amore. And not at all at the gorgeous woman who’s getting dressed in front of me. Which, you don’t need to do—by the way. You could stay fully naked. Matter of fact, I’d prefer it. What do you think I’m staring at?”
“The wall.”
“ No .” I shake my head—staring at her ass as it jiggles when she walks toward the bed. She slides into the bed next to me, cuddling right up into my chest as if she belongs there.
Because she does.
“Che—”
“ You , amore.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, pulling her in closer to me. “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, planting kisses on the top of her head.
“Don’t sound so enthused.” She rolls her eyes.
I languidly grip her by the neck and pull her on top of me. She gasps, biting down on that plump bottom lip of hers. “Did you think because we’re done means you can be disrespectful, amore?”
She shakes her head.
“Perfetta.” I kiss her forehead, then release her, watching her relax back into the crook of my bicep. “Stop with the rolling of the eyes. Certainly, they’ll stay at the back of your head one day.” Only because I’ll make her feel overwhelming amounts of pleasure.
“We should shower,” she whispers.
“We should.”